"Yes," I said softly. "It...it makes me want things—" My eyes widened in horror as the words escaped my lips. I clamped a hand over my mouth. What had I done?
Cheney's lips twisted into a smirk as he tilted his head, the light from the chandelier glinting off of his bright red hair. “Good. That’s good. You don’t want to push us away, do you? You’re just asking for it."
A chill ran up my spine and goose bumps prickled along my arms. “No, no... I’m not... I just want to finish my studies well and return to the human world and my own home in the future!” I said, my voice shaking.
My knees felt weak and I wanted to sit down before they buckled altogether, but Nicholas was still holding onto me with one hand on my bicep.
Nicholas stepped closer until we were toe-to-toe, his ice-blue eye
